Saturday, March 15, 2014

Weekend Sermon-oid

Every so often I get a jones for the Yiddish language.  It's not awfully pop these days, nor has it ever been regarded by fashionistas as 'fly,' but certain modern Hebrew American atheists get nostalgic, and sometimes talk like their great grandparents, mom and pop, and their ninety eight clannish, argumentative middle class cousins and uncles.   It feels good, sometimes, to refer to someone as a 'schmuck.'   Chuck Shumer is a schmuck.  Unless you like the fork-tongued politician.  I've been pounding the pulpit to the effect that opposing views are not mutually exclusive.   This is not an Enter The Dragon paradigm.  It's Romper Room.

One of the things that helped me become an atheist is all the crummy things attributed to persons of Hebrew origin.  "One, you can put up with.  Get two of them in the same Taco Bell, and they start talking yiddish, so us Christians don't know what they're talking about.  It's part of the doggone conspiracy theory."  This quote is a fabrication clipped out of popular unpleasantness that happens every day, around the globe.  I actually feel for poor schlamaazels who feel that their way of life has been altered by the forces of economy and culture.   Not being even a figment of a bigot, the stress of paying bills gets everyone meshugana.  Hecks, everyone, even this Red Sea pedestrian, if I may borrow from Monty Python, (thanks, write, Eric  and John C, if you don't want to be quoted, I'll take it off,) gets angry at interest groups for seeming to be a bad influence.  Zoftig Americans have gotten too soft in the head to enter into the manner of talk that settles the big tsimis.  This leaves a continuum of internecine sour halvah.

Gee, I hope this helps people better understand world cultures. I went to school for shit.




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